Brendan pinched Deirdre’s face harder as rage soared in him. ‘If she wants to leave, does she have to make it so straightforward?’

“What’s wrong with you?” Deirdre was feeling so much pain that tears dropped from her eyes. Meanwhile, she struggled hard to free herself.

Brendan reacted by pushing Deirdre down on the bed while gripping her hands. His chest plopping, he growled, “What’s wrong with me? Deirdre, do you know that if I hadn’t just gone to the hotel to change clothes and met you, you would have been raped by that old man?! How could you leave immediately when you were asked to? If you were to die, would you be d*mn happy because it would mean you’d finally escape my control?”

“You’re crazy…” Her eyes were red, and Deidre was truly disappointed that Brendan would blame her for this.

“It’s your mother who demanded that I leave! She said I was a mistress destroying the relationship between you and Charlene! Mr. Brighthall, I was not brazen enough to stay after she made it so